January 18, 1947 (vol. 2, iss. 2) • Page Image 4
…Page Four PER S PE CTIVES MOMENT IN LONELINESS ..Continued From Page Three thought. Beauty is not wolf, it is a slow -eel with odor of salt that binds itself wrod the arms and will not let the chest take breath. "Beauty came to me in the shape of an eel." The piers stretched long to the town, infinitely far. The light-house flashed red warn- mgs. She looked at Arthur, bent over the -od, dark-haired and intent, his shirt light against the da...…